Kirby Carter

Your hands glide up the hard angles of his ripped core to rest on his broad, squared shoulders.. With one of his hands firmly squeezing your ass, the other travels up your spine to slip softly into your glossy dark curls, he leans down, bringing his heated breath to your neck, the faint smell of bourbon greets your senses..

Goosebumps rise across your flesh when he gently begins to kiss, nibble and suck at the sensitive spot behind your ear..

You give into him, eyelids fluttering closed as your head tips back.. "Tell me..Do you like this, Duchess?" He growls against your neck, the vibration humming through your bones.. Your whole body trembles with a nervous and excited energy..

You fall even deeper under the vikings spell.. "Yes, sir.. I do.."

You sigh the words contentedly and feel his smile against your skin before he fists your hair roughly in his grip, tugging your head back, holding in place, you to look at him.. You gasp at the heat of it all, a little surprised by the suddenness, but mostly delighted, because he's giving you a glimpse of the real domination that you crave from him..

"What about this?"

You whimper.. Already beginning to feel everything else fall away from your mind.. You let go and relinquish yourself..

He is in control, there is nothing to be done except enjoy every delicious silky and sharp sensation he has to give..

There is an indescribable feeling of true freedom that submitting brings you, it's as though you don't have a care or worry in the world, or a single negative thought.. Only he and you and your burning desire for each other.. "Oh.. Yes, sir.."

He smiles hungrily before he leans in to take your mouth with his, his skillful tongue working its way past the seam of your lips to tangle mercilessly with yours..

You taste the liquor on his lips and feel the want in his kiss..

Liquid heat pools at your center and you can feel the slickness gathering between your thighs, dampening your thin lace panties..

"Good.." He growls, pulling back and releasing you.. Leaving you dizzy without his hands to support you.. He's like a drug, a dangerous drug, and now that you've had a taste.. You can't stop.. "Take off my shirt, Duchess.."

You swallow and nod, dying to see what he's keeping underneath.. Your hands move to the hem of his shirt and he raises his arms for you to peel the soft cotton from his perfectly cut muscle.. The inky tattoos that begin at his neck,cover his body and go even lower than the low hanging waistband of his jeans..

Oh god.. He's like a beautiful work of art..

Roses, scripts, numbers, symbols and signs.. Each piece flows artfully into the next, fitting over his chiseled contours like a part of him that was always meant to be there.. You recognise a couple of the scripts on his chest to be typical Marine tattoos, you've seen something similar on your friend Patrick, which means this guy is some kind of military man.. Makes sense.. He has that air of command..

You reach out and run your fingertips over his sculpted abs, tracing the outlines there.. His eyes track your movements, darkend with desire.. "Tell me what you think?" He watches you, clearly enjoying your lusty reaction..

"I think.. I think you're perfect, sir.." You lick your hungry lips..

He chuckles, falling back onto the sofa.. "Perfect huh?.. Heh, you're sweet, first time I've heard that one, Duchess.. Now, take off your clothes.." He orders..

You eagerly comply, unbuttoning your shirt and shrugging if from your shoulders to expose your tanned skin and the black lace bra that barely contains you..

Next, you reach behind your back to unzip the tight, high-waisted pencil skirt, letting it fall to the floor revealing the matching panties..

His eyes darken as he drinks you in.. "Do you want to know what I think?" His gaze lingers over the stiff peaks of your pert nipples that poke through the lace..

"Yes.. Please.. Tell me what you think, sir.." Your voice comes out thick with desire..

He leans forward, slipping a finger into the waistband of your panties and tugging you closer.. Your pussy so close to his face, you can feel his heated breath against your core.. "I think you're going to taste even more delicious that you look, Duchess.."

"Ohh.. Mmmm.." You groan in anticipation..

His teasing is driving you wild..

He stands again lifting the white velvety rope from the sofa beside him and circles around behind you.. He takes your wrists, binding them tightly behind your back, moving expertly.. When you test the restraint of the binds you find they are extremely secure..

The man knows how to tie a damn knot..

You don't know why you like that so much, but you do ..

"Kneel.." He commands.. The authority is natural in his tone..

Another jolt of excitement passes through you as you comply.. "Yes, sir.."

He holds your arm to keep you steady as you sink to your knees on the floor in front of the couch.. His warm hand gently moves to touch the space between your shoulder blades.. You shiver with anticipation beneath his fingertips.. "Bend over.." He presses you forward, moving you into the position he wants..

Next he taps the inside of your thigh.. "Spread them.."

You shift on your knees, widening your kneel on the fluffy carpet, your cheek pressed into the soft suede of the sofa.. His warm palm begins to caress the back of your thighs, moving up to smooth over your ass before a loud crack echoes throughout the room and a blazing sting sears across your backside as he brings his open palm down over the curve of your ass..

- SMACK -

You gasp before you moan with delight as his light touch returns to soothe the sting.."Too much, Duchess?.."

You groan, pleading as you shake your head.. "Ohh.. No sir, please.. More.. I want more.."

- SMACK -

He spanks you again, harder this time..

Fire builds in your center as this time his hand runs down to cup your femininity, sliding his fingers back and forth over the already damp fabric, your thighs begin to twitch and tremble with each and every one of his practiced strokes .. "Mm, you're soaking wet for me.."

He tears away the delicate material to gain access to your lady liquid.. Dipping his fingers between your slick, silky folds and teasing your tightening rosebud, moving rhythmically, shortening your breath..

You moan again, growing louder now.. "Mmmhmm... Yes, sir.. Ughh--that--feels-- amazing, oh!" He slips a thick finger inside and the firm stretch is enough to have your hips bucking as your tiny muscles grip him..

"Fuck.." He grunts.. "And you're so damn tight, Duchess.."

You gasp as he slips in another finger to join the first, slowly working them in and out.. Your inner walls begin to relax and constrict as his fingers explore every part of your femininity, sending pulses of pleasure shooting down your now wobbly legs.. "Oh, fuck.. Thank you, sir!"

He plays with you a moment longer before he pulls away and rises to his feet, you whimper disappointedly at the loss of his touch..

Soon, you feel his large, warm hands wrap around your waist from behind before he hoists you up as if you weighed nothing at all..

He drapes you, tummy first, ass in the air over the back of the sofa, blood rushing to your head making you dizzy in the best of ways, moving to his knees on the cushions behind you.. His hands slide over your booty once again and you hear his heavy, turned on breathing behind you..

Then, his tongue presses deftly against your exposed essence and you feel fireworks, lightning, electricity..

All of it..

You try to remember to breathe, but the sensation is too good as he begins to eat you out from behind..

One of his hands travels up your spine to tangle in your hair once more, he takes a fistful and yanks your head back.. You cry out as the two sensations swirl together.. The pleasure and the pain.. The pull of your hair versing the softness of his tongue.. When he moves his free hand to press a thumb against your back entry, you moan in ecstasy, encouraging him to continue.. "Mmmm.. Oh.. Please, sir!!"

He pauses.. "Don't cum until I tell you to.. Or there will be consequences.. Do you understand me, Duchess?.."

You squirm as his fingers keep working their way into your tight, wanting ass, and his tounge returns to alternating between plunging deep into your velvet tunnel and lapping at your swollen clit.. "Yes, sir.. I understand.. But--" You pant..

You might understand what he's saying, but if he keeps going like this you won't be able to control it.. Your hips rock back and forth with him as you surrender yourself to the pleasure, pretty soon your dangling on the edge, very close to coming dangerously undone.. "Sir please.. I can't.. I'm going to--"

- SMACK -

You cant even finish your sentence because he brings another hard smack down over your ass.. The searing sting only takes you higher towards the peak.. "One more? And then I'll let you cum for me, Duchess.."

Tears swell in your eyes as you fight to keep yourself from going supernova, his fingers never ceasing their pleasurable onslaught.. "Yes sir, please.. one more..one more.."

- SMACK -

He spanks your ass again, the hardest yet and it's like a lightning bolt straight to your core, you fall apart as his fingers and tongue continue to work you relentlessly, making every second of your orgasm stretch on forever...

You find yourself simultaneously shattering and coming together again, over and over, as quakes of pure ecstasy roll through your body you moan and shudder through wave after wave before you sigh a satiated moan.. "Ohhhhh God.. Yess.. .. Thank you, sir.. Ohhhh.."

He groans into your pussy, a heady satisfied sound.. "Fuckkkk..." His grip slips from your hair to move back down your spine reaching your bound wrists, he tugs once and the knots release with ease, the rope falling away as he pulls you back down and shifts, pulling you down from the perch to sit in his lap, your limbs like jelly.. "Delicious.. Just like I said.. Had enough?" He asks with that cocky smirk as he strokes your hair gently, his grey eyes sweeping over your face, assessing..

You're wrapped up in the feeling of his arms around you, his featherlight touch contrasting the biting sting of the handprints on your ass.. You want more.. So you turn into his chiseled, inky chest, nuzzling his warm flesh and hard muscle.. "No, sir.."

When you peer back up at him.. You swear you see the flicker of hesitation and a glimmer of doubt in his eye.. You sit up, dropping the submissive persona that you are enjoying so much, momentarily..

You have no intention of pushing this guy into doing something he's not interested, that's definitely not what you're about.. So you decide to speak up.. "Viking? If your uncomfortable, we don't have to--"

He chuckles and you cut yourself short, tipping your head to one side.. "You think you make me uncomfortable?"

You shake your head.. "No.. I didn't mean it like.. I just.. Ah.. I know it's a lot.."

His eyes darken.. "It's not nearly enough.." He shifts again, letting you slip between his legs to the floor.. You move to your knees between his denim clad thighs and peer up at him.. Just like that he is back in command, radiating authority.. "You said you wanted to please me Duchess.." He waves a hand as if giving you permission to touch him..

Your hands slide over the granite muscles of his thigh, moving up to his belt, and your heart rate begins to speed back up at the thought of having this powerful, beast of a man in your mouth..

To taste him.. Desire pools between your thighs once more...

With the slide of his zipper his enormous, rock hard length springs free and you take its weight in your hands.. "Oh my!"..

You had been expecting him to be well endowed, but this is crazy!

His powerful masculinity looks almost too delicious, long, thick and a perfect peachy shade of pink at the tip..

"Take it nice and slow, baby.. I want to enjoy every second of those pretty pink lips.." He soothes with a gruff softness..

You lower your head.. "Yes, sir.."

He growls.. "And fucking look at me.."

You lift your gaze obediently as you wrap your lips around the head of his hardness.. The heady salty-sweet taste of him excites you instantly, making you want more..

Much more..

Straining to keep the slow pace he has requested, you slide him slowly down to the back of your throat.. Hearing him take a sharp inhale when you moan in delight, the sound humming against the tip of his dick..

His reaction triggers a blazing lust in you and you begin to move faster.. You know he said to go slow, but you can't help yourself..

Blinking up at him as you suck harder and push deeper.. His firm grip slips back into your hair..

He holds your head in place and growls.. "I told you..to take it..nice..and...fucking..slow.."

He bucks his hips upward, ramming himself down into your throat hard.. Punctuating each word with a hard thrust..

Fucking your face mercilessly..

You moan, revelling the intoxicating punishment of his hard masculinity.. You're so turned on your hands begin to travel over yourself, down to tease your sensitive swollen cherry as he groans, pumping away, his hands tangled in your hair..

You want his eruption.. You want him to fill your mouth with his hot, thick seed.. You want to taste every last drop, to drink him down, when suddenly he stops..

Pulling your head back again.. You whimper disappointedly, blinking up at him, confused.. Why did he stop?..

You wanted more.. "Am I not pleasing you sir?"

His jaw tenses.. "Fuck me, Duchess.." He tugs you hair and you move with him as he pulls you up and over his rigid thickness.. "I've been trying to show some restraint here, but.. I gotta have you.. I gotta fucking have you.."

Your head tips back and your muscles tighten as he presses against your slick opening.. Where he lingers..

You look down at him to see he is watching you, almost with a dare in his eye.. Like he's waiting for you to make the first move..

So you do..

With your hands resting on his broad shoulders, you sink down onto him, taking him in to the hilt.. Your already so turned on that the second he is pressing inside you, you feel close to the edge.. "Ohhhhh.. Mmmm.. You're so big, sir.. And you feel so good.."

One of his hands grips your ass tighter as the other wraps around the back of your neck.. "Yeah, baby?" He begins to rock his hips beneath you, bucking up into you.. A steady pace..

"Yes.. Fuck yesss, sir.." He draws you closer, watching you, your every pleasured reaction.. His stormy grey eyes lock with yours and suddenly your falling.. Falling over the edge, falling into the fire and falling into a deep and passionate kiss..

The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, filled with an emotional charge that two strangers simply shouldn't share..

For a moment you swear you feel.. Well something more than lust..

But that can't be right..

The thought dissipates as quickly as it had arrived as you both ride through the climax together.. Soon you are both still.. You're panting, your face buried in his neck, his hands smoothing all over your back.. "Well, fuck me, Duchess.. That was incredible.."